The police officers dropped me off at the Western Promenade. It was a good place to part ways. It was far enough from the South Walk so that they'd have no reason to ask why I was going there, yet close enough so that I wouldn't have to spend the rest of the night traveling on foot. It was close enough as well to condominiums like the Escalades, places that were all prim and proper, that aided to quell suspicions. That and it was a public place, one where I could hide in the midst of the people, even if it was a late hour, it was never completely empty. It allowed me to slip away relatively easily, one last caress of my pantyless ass from the one officer, and a slip of paper from the other.
I thanked the both of them for all of their help, using all of my skill at acting to hide my sarcasm, and turned to the north towards the Escalades. I waited until their squad car pulled away and turned a corner before I turned back towards the south... towards Trevor's.
The first officer, the first one to fuck me and the one to hand me a folded piece of paper as I left, had told me to call him anytime I was in need. I would have laughed if I weren't in such a pissy mood at the moment. He might as well have been honest after all that we had been though. Call him if I wanted to let him stuff his cock inside of me again is what he should have said. I unfolded the paper to see a telephone number and a name, just as I had expected. Richard Langsten, I did laugh that time.
Somehow I knew he was a Dick.
Crumpling the piece of paper into a tiny ball I tossed it onto the ground at my feet. Within three steps I had already turned back to scoop it up off the ground. I smoothed it out and I folded it neatly again. I opened my purse and tucked it into one of the inner pockets, zipping it up tight.
You never know...
Seven annoyingly long blocks and I found my way to South Walk, straight to Trevor's door.
It was as run down as a place can get without caving in on itself, in what is arguably the shittiest part of Los Angeles. Trevor has promised me more, and with all the money I've already made for him one would expect it to come soon, though nevertheless, this is where we dwell. Besides this whole neighborhood being a shithole, it is also the most densely populated part of the California. Filled with little more than crime, drugs, poverty, sex and violence, it nonetheless has attracted hundreds of thousands. I guess that says something about human nature, doesn't it.
There are crowds of men hanging outside of Trevor's place, just like there are every night, broke guys just looking for a quick tease, hungry to watch a sexy girl walk by. Clay is here again, as he is almost every night. He works at the corner gas station at nights, and usually after work he hangs out here for a bit, hoping to get lucky. We tease him that he's in love with one of the girls here. I wouldn't be surprised honestly if it was me.
He's cute in his own way, that way being penniless with no ambition, but he's pretty well built with a charming smile. It's kind of ironic how if he had more money, I'd probably fuck him for free.
He smiles at me as I approach the entrance to Trevor's place, and I flash him a smile back. I don't know why but Clay has a way of making me do that, even when I'm in one of my worst moods. It may be because of my makeup, or the slutty clothes I'm wearing, but he genuinely makes me feel special I suppose. It is easy for me to make men hard. It is easy for me to make them want to screw me. I haven't really gotten the hang of making them adore me though, and it's probably because I have a bad attitude more often than not, but that doesn't stop Clay from doing it. Bless his worthless heart.
"Hey, Angel," Clay smiles at me, even after almost six months of knowing each other, he still blushes when he says it. "How ya doing, Cutie?"
"Still trying to sweet talk me?" I tease him, making my way through the whistling men to show my favorite one a little personal attention.
"You deserve a little sweet talkin'," Clay returns, trying to cover up his embarrassment in an even more charming smile. If he only knew it was his nervousness that made him so cute to me. "Because, ya know, you're so... sweet," he fumbles with his words.
"Sweet?" I laugh, a bit uplifted by his words, knowing he truly means them, and at the same time dejected, knowing that sadly he doesn't know any better. If only he knew me better. I slide up to him a bit more, wanting to be next to him and he alone.
"Hey, what's the matter, Angel?" Clay asks, sensing I'm not my usual perky self, or at least seeing through the act I usually try to pull off when I'm around so many boys.
I shake my head, to let him know that nothing is wrong. I usually have more willpower than this, but in the next moment I lean into him and I rest my head on his chest, whispering softly into him so that only he can hear.
"If only you could afford me," I sigh, half of me despising the thought of having sex again this night, while the other half yearning to really make love.
A bit unexpectedly Clay delves his hand into his back pocket, anxiously pulling out his wallet. He opens it up and searches through it, counting what little bit he does have.
"Umm..." he blushes sheepishly, pulling out a ten and a couple ones. He holds 17 dollars up in front of me, and already he knows it's not even worth trying. "Was worth a shot at least," he laughs a bit dejectedly. "Can't blame a guy for trying."
I don't know whether it's a generous thought or a wicked one, but I get one in my head. I look up at Clay and smile, one of those smiles that gets a man instantly hard. He looks down at me confused, and that confusion only grows as I slide my hand down his chest to his crotch in front of all the other men gathered. I begin to rub him slowly, and he gets the look on his face like he's the luckiest man in the world...
It's been forever since I've seen that look on a guy's face...
I rub him through his pants for several moments, making sure he's stiff as a board, before I drop down onto my knees in front of him. There are already hoots and cheers from everyone around us as I unzip Clay's jeans and pull his cock out, stroking his bare skin with my own. A mere five strokes of his shaft already has his head oozing a touch of precum. I lift his cock straight up so that it's almost touching his belly, and I lean in to lick it slowly and sexily, taking almost ten whole seconds to taste each of the seven inches from base to tip, making his whole body shiver with the feel of my soft tongue alone. He gifts me with a tiny drop on my tongue when I finally reach the tip of his cock, and I slide my tongue back into my mouth, tasting his cum. The cheering grows even more intense, and Clay's cock pulses harder in my hand. I can feel how he wants to grab my hair and force me down on him, but respectfully he doesn't. I'm Trevor's girl, and all of the guys here know how to behave, and more importantly, what will happen if they don't.
